what will they
say
when the day
arrives
no warning all
of a sudden
slap in the
face
all the names
called
himself a
thinker
of random
thoughts
at times
crystal clear
the way as he
rides into town
nothing to
prove
he already
proved it
to himself the
thinker
who mostly sits
alone
with nothing to
lose
a little bit
more fun
last time
around
this time last
year
what will they
say then or now
for that matter
the unresolved
one
cold and alone
always thinking
what’s ahead
behind and
right here and now
it’s the only
place he should be…
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